Let your mind be quiet, realising the beauty of the
world, and the immense, the boundless treasures that it holds
in store.

All that you have within you, all that your heart
desires, all that your Nature so specially fits you for that or the counterpart of it waits embedded in the great Whole, for
you. It will surely come to you.

Yet equally surely not one moment before its appointed
time will it come. All your crying and fever and reaching out
of hands will make no difference. Therefore do not begin that game at all.Do not recklessly spill the waters of your mind in this direction and in that, lest you become like a spring lost and dissipated in the desert.

But draw them together into a little compass, and hold them still, so still; And let them become clear, so clear – so limpid, so mirror-like;at last the mountains and the sky shall glass themselves in peaceful beauty, and the antelope shall to descend to drink and to gaze at her reflected image, and the lion to quench his thirst, and Love himself shall come and bend over and catch his own likeness in you.